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Gentleman's Magazine 1851 part 2 p.115
nothing more imaginative and awful than the passage
Arcades ipsum
Credunt se vidisse Jovem," &c.
"In describing the weight of sorrow and fear on Dido's mind,
Virgil shews great knowledge of human nature, especially in
that exquisite touch of feeling,
Hoc visum nulli, non ipsi effata sorori."
"The ministry of confession is provided to satisfy the
natural desire for some relief from the load of grief. Here,
as in so many other respects, the Church of Rome adapts
herself with consummate skill to our nature, and is strong
by our weakness."
"I cannot account for Shakspeare's low estimate of his own
writings, except from the sublimity, the super-humanity, of
his genius. They were infinitely below his conception of
what they might have been and ought to have been."
"The mind often does not think when it thinks that it is
thinking. If we were to give our whole soul to anything, as
the bee does to the flower, I conceive there would be little
difficulty in any intellectual enjoyment. Hence there is no
excuse for obscurity in writing."
"One of the noblest things in Milton is the description of
that sweet quiet morning in the 'Paradise Regained,' after
that terrible night of howling wind and storm. The contrast
is divine."
"The works of the old English dramatists are the gardens of
our language."
"The influence of Locke's Essay was not due to its own
merits, which are considerable; but to external
circumstances. It came forth at a happy opportunity, and
coincided with the prevalent opinions of the time. The
Jesuit doctrines concerning the Papal power in deposing
kings, and absolving subjects from their allegiance , had
driven some Protestant theologians to take refuge in the
theory of the divine right of kings. This theory was
unpalatable to the world at large, and others invented the
more popular doctrine of a social contract in its place; a
doctrine which history refutes. But Locke did what he could
to accomodate this principle to his own system."
"The Tragedy of Othello, Plato's records of the last scenes
of the career of Socrates, and Isaac Walton's Life of George
Herbert, are the most pathetic of human compositions."
The biographical details of these volumes are so few in
number and so little varied in character that we have not
attempted to abridge them, and in the foregoing remarks have
nearly confined ourselves to the consideration of the memoir
as a commentary on the words of Wordsworth. A few changes of
abode, frequent wanderings in Great Britain, occasional
tours on the continent, a ceaseless round of study in the
open air, and reading the best books at home, family duties
and pleasures, the cultivation and improvement of his plot
of ground at Rydal Mount, and the society of wise and good
men, compose the simple yet noble annals of the
self-sustained and art-devoted poet. His honours accumulated
with increase of age; and it was no ordinary addition to the
claims of the late Sir Robert Peel to his country's
gratitude that he was mainly instrumental in procuring for
Southey his second and larger pension, and for Wordsworth
the laureate wreath as the visible crown and consummation of
the "unfading bays" he had already earned for himself. Dr.
Wordsworth's memoirs of his relative are sufficient for
immediate purposes; with some defects, which we have freely
exposed, they present us with a faithful outline of their
original. But the lives of both Southey and Wordsworth
remain to be written, and, perhaps,cannot be written
satisfactorily until a generation or two have passed away.
We will conclude our account of the volumes before us with
Wordsworth's touching reflections, in a letter to an
American correspondent, upon his own survivorship among the
poets of his generation.
"My absence from home was not of more than three weeks. I
took the journey to London solely to pay my respects to the
Queen upon my appointment to the laureateship upon the
decease of my friend Mr. Southey. The weather was very cold,
and I caught an inflammation in one of my eyes, which
rendered my stay in the south very uncomfortable. I
nevertheless did, in respect to the object of my journey,
all that was required. The reception given me by the Queen
at her ball was most gracious. Mrs. Everett, the wife of
your minister, among many others, was a witness to it,
without knowing who I was. It moved her to the shedding of
tears. This effect was on part produced, I suppose, by
American habits of feeling, as pertaining to a republican
government. To see a gray-haired man of seventy-five years
kneeling down in a large assembly to kiss the hand of a
young woman is a
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